havent done anything hinny in a good while and this was healing tbh
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Neville Longbottom: Hi! I’m a male character who is going to come out of relative obscurity and become a BAMF in book five.
Harry Potter Fandom: OMG we love you you flawless BAMF, you are amazing, how did we not see it before we were clearly not paying attention, by the time book seven is released your awesomeness will be a fandom meme.
Ginny Weasley: Hi! I’m a female character who is going to come out of relative obscurity and become a BAMF in book five.
Harry Potter Fandom: OMG we hate you you evil slutty Mary Sue, you are terrible, your excellence was not foreshadowed well enough for us to notice it so it can’t be real, by the time book seven is released your horribleness will be a fandom meme.
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Ignoring the fact that at one point in his life, Harry depended on Ginny for emotional support and solace, this self-claimed author would like to bring light on the fact that yes, Harry and Ginny were indeed a best-friends to lovers trope as much as Hermione and Ron were.
Sure, there was never much light on how Harry and Ginny's story started, but it was slow. From strangers to his best friend's sister, to a worthy opponent and teammate in Quidditch, to a trusted comrade in war, it's impossible to ignore what came in between.
And that was the quiet nights spent talking, the friendly banter during Quidditch, Harry seeking Ginny out when the world became a tad too much for him, Ginny calling out Harry for his pompous heroism and self-sacrifice, Harry being there during Ginny's reckless moments and her boy troubles, the after-class conversations beside the lake, the nights with spiced chocolate in the common room, Harry thinking to himself that he needed to tell Ginny what happened in class today and hurrying to find her, Ginny doing the same.
It was slow until Harry realised that indeed, it was Ginny's soft voice that got through him most times than not, and after that, it was not long before Ron and Hermione understood it too.
It came to a point where it was Ginny that they called anytime Harry was being a stubborn ass, and it was Harry that they called anytime Ginny got into her wild, reckless fits that made them think she'd burn down the world at any moment.
It started them depending on each other emotionally, before they realized that in fact, they couldn't lose one another at all.
And that was also how they realized, that indeed, they were in love.
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there are a lot of things I don't like about the HP fandom but a character like Draco Malfoy being more liked than let's say Harry or Ron is INSANE to me. Did you guys forget about all the horrible stuff he did...? We can't just ignore that cause he's blonde and pretty.
also it's even crazier for me cause ppl already piss their pants when Ron "was mean" to Harry once but If Draco constantly goes around and bullies people, throws the word mudblood around like there's no tomorrow, almost killed his professor, almost cursed/killed Harry, it's okay and oh my god he's soo fine. Guys please. No.
perfume
microfic for @ginnystrophyhusband
prompt: criminal
“Harry,” Hermione sighed tiredly, “I really don't know how hard that bludger hit you in the head but Ron and I have been in this room with you all afternoon, and Ginny hasn't been here at all.”
Harry harrumphed, making Ron laugh. He was sure his best mate hasn't let the thought that Harry was obsessed with his sister sink in yet, but he was grateful for the peace nonetheless.
Ron shoved his head lightly, “You're losing it mate,” he said, shooting Hermione a look, who was about to reprimand him for jostling Harry. “We would have seen her.”
“I'm pretty sure she was here,” he protested weakly.
“What?” snorted Hermione, “Preposterous.”
“We’ve snuck around undetected before haven't we?” Harry replied darkly, shifting around in his hospital bed.
“Under an invisible cloak, mate,” Ron interjected, “If I knew my family could afford one of those I would've asked for a Nimbus.”
Harry sniffed.
“Oh my goodness,” Hermione deadpanned, “You thought you smelled her in here didn't you!”
Ron bent over his knees, chuckling merrily.
“I’m pretty sure that was her though,” he grumbled, ignoring the way his cheeks warmed.
Her perfume was holding him ransom.
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by societysgot
part i: The thing was, that Ginny Weasley had always been — pretty. This was an undisputed fact, in Harry’s eyes. A known truth. But seeing her like this; ripples of laughter falling from her lips, fair yet sunkissed skin, collecting more freckles by the day, all curves and long legs — was different, was staggering.
(Or, the one where Harry and Ginny become more than friends).
CanonCompliant, Set in and around HBP, Missing Scenes, Harry/Ginny
i love you
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ginny was possessed at age 11 by one of the most powerful wizards in the world.
carried around a fragment of his soul in her pocket for the better half of a year.
was incredibly isolated due to the abuse and manipulation
murdered roosters at the school, but having no memory of it, just covered in blood and feathers
attacked students unknowingly by allowing the basilisk out
had the courage and the sense to dispose of it when she thought something was wrong
was made to write her own farewell message on the wall, and walk to her death, and wait
her trauma is so overlooked, even harry forgets about it (and yes, he has a lot of trauma himself, so it’s understandable). i hate how little this is talked about when it comes to her as a character. it’s so integral to who she is, why she acts the way she does, how she understands harry in a way literally no one else can. it’s not the reason he loves her, but it’s a huge part of why they just get each other, without saying a word.
ginevra molly weasley deserves the world.
liar
microfic for @ginnystrophyhusband
prompt: glowing
“Now Harry,” Fred cleared his throat, “It’s your turn.”
The faint smell of firewhisky was present in their circle. Ginny’s sixteenth birthday, and she wanted them all to spend time together away from the wedding plans, the ruckus, the war.
Harry was still relatively sober though, he did not enjoy the feeling of being out of your wits. Shrugging, he replied, “Truth.”
George, who was slurring hushed whispers with Ron snapped his neck towards him quickly, his voice suddenly clear.
Harry felt that familiar feeling of dread. He didn’t like the way George glanced from him, to Ginny, then to Bill and Charlie who appeared to be having their own conversation, pretending as though they weren't listening.
“Anyone you want some alone time with right now?” George waggled his eyebrows, heartily accepting the pat Fred slapped on his back.
Harry could feel his eyes dart briefly to the birthday girl herself, who was seconds away from dozing off, only inches away from his shoulder.
“No one.”
“You're a liar.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Harry,” Ron chuckled, amused. “You’re glowing.”
Harry responded with a dirty look, “Shut up.”
“And,” Ron added, “You’re lucky Bill and Charlie like you.”
Fred sniggered, “Even luckier she’s asleep.” He said, pointing to Ginny, who was now leaning slightly on him.
“It's not like that!”
He glowed again.
Harry growled, “Who made this stupid lie detecting potion anyway?”
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My Friends/Family: Hey can I see your phone? I need to look something up.
Me, closing like 80+ Ao3 Tabs as fast as I can:
in sickness
for @ginnystrophyhusband 's microfic march
prompt: breakfast
Ginny grunted, shifting around their bed and dragging the covers along with her, red hair sprawled everywhere. A pounding headache and an upset stomach is something she did not want to wake up to today.
She had practice this morning, and Harry was going to have guests over for the afternoon. Ginny had wanted to tidy up and decorate a bit, because Harry rarely had anyone over. It was a small miracle.
Ginny grunted again, feeling her stomach contort.
“Bugger me,” she moaned, sinking into the covers. The smell of breakfast was wafting through the slightly opened bedroom door. That couldn't be Harry, he had a meeting early today. She couldn't tell if he had sent someone or if she was imagining the entire thing.
Footsteps thundered closer, Ginny rejoicing internally at finally having company.
“Good Morning,” Harry greeted, and she positively melted.
Even in her sickness deluded state, she couldn't set aside the picture of Harry standing there, a tray of eggs and ham with buttered toast on one hand and a glass of apple juice on the other. His hair its usual mess and glasses glinting from the early morning sunlight. Her childhood favorites.
Both the breakfast and Harry, yes.
His eyebrows furrowed in concern, “You’ve been burning up earlier, and I know that means you’d be waking up late.”
“Jones is going to skin me alive,” Ginny complained, “Aren't you supposed to be dilly dallying somewhere with Robbards?”
“But I’m not,” he replied simply, shrugging after placing the tray on her bedside, “Such disappointment to think that I’d leave you alone here at this state.”
Ginny snorted, letting Harry help her sit up and magically setting up a makeshift table for her. “You’re welcome.” She glanced at the breakfast, and back at him.
Indeed, real love is a verb.
Could be a good meal in the morning too.
whoosh
for @ginnystrophyhusband 's microfic march
prompt: eyelash
Perhaps it was times like these where they knew the universe was stalling what they could have. Sitting under the tree at the backyard of the Burrow, hiding from the heat of the August sun, they sat but a breath apart, close enough to feel, but not to touch.
The wind didn’t particularly make its presence known that day, or maybe it was the sweltering heat, or the nervous ache of being so close yet so far. Harry’s eyelids glistened the same way his palms did, despite them plucking weed absentmindedly from the ground beneath him.
Ginny was quietly doodling on a scrap parchment, the teared edges a remnant of the witch weekly print it was pulled from.
He snuck glances at her, reminiscing the sunlit days when he could do so unabashedly. The weight of the war heavy on her pale, freckled shoulders, but there was still a dull, shine in her eyes that Harry only remembers as bright.
She was— is, the most beautiful thing he knows of. Maybe she was the true magic in his life all along. He was terrible.
Harry blinked.
“There goes an eyelash,” Ginny muttered, and only then had Harry realized she was looking at him too.
She extended her hand towards his face and plucked the miniscule strand of hair from the corner of his lips. Gently, Ginny took his hand in her own and placed the stray eyelash in his palm.
“Make a wish,” she whispered, brown staring intently at green.
There were a million things to wish for, how was he to choose? To end the war? To have him be hers again? To bring his parents back? Sirius? Dumbledore?
He sighed, swallowing, because kissing her quidditch worn hands should have never felt this forbidden, “I hope everything goes alright in the end.”
Ginny smiled, a reassuring smile. Then, she blinked.
Harry chuckled before placing her own light brown eyelash in his hand, next to his own. “Your turn.”
“I wish for yours to come true.”
Even now, when he knew they were nothing by name, they know what the other is thinking off.
They blew the hair away, closing the gap between them. Harry tucked her gently to his side, and for a fleeting moment, he was a sixth year again. Ginny’s red hair sprawled across his chest and the weight of her head on his shoulder, a feeling his body knew all too well.
Their eyelashes glowed slightly, then disappeared all together, with Harry and Ginny none the wiser.
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Hinny microfics
I am breathing new life into the hinny microfics, that was previously wonderfully hosted through @hinnymicrofic and will now be hosted on here and through our Discord.
The microfic concept:
Every month a list of prompts are posted and you pick one (or multiple) and write a very short (less than 500 words) fic about Hinny with that prompt. You can do a full month and post the prompt corresponding to the day, but you don't need to stick to that.
Rules
- main ship should be Hinny
- aim for less than 500 words, 1K absolute max.
- If it is more than 1K, it is now a micro-oops!
- There is an AO3 collection you can post to (you can for example have a microfic story you then post a microfic per chapter)
- Tag us (@ginnystrophyhusband) and we'll reblog it here
- Feel free to share it on our discord server
- If you have questions, please send us an ask our ask it on the server.
Rewards: Of course you are rewarded for your hard work. For every microfic you are rewarded a slice of the coveted treacle tart. Point system:
- 1 slice of treacle tart per microfic
- 10 slices make one treacle tart
- 5 treacle tarts will bring you a bonus jar of pickled toads. Yummy!
- If you complete all prompts for a month, you are rewarded the treacle tart extraordinaire
The microfic prompts will be shared monthly in a separate post (all relevant posts are tagged hinnymicrofics) and updated on the server.